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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Dryad Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the wolds of Lycaeus are silvery fair,<br>When Maenalian forests are doubtful and dim,<br>When the hound strains the leash and the wolf quits his lair,<br>And the startled fawn flies from the fountain's cool rim;<br>When with panting delight we impatiently follow<br>The shuddering stags over hillock and hollow,—<br>A form from the shadows comes bounding out,<br>And we know it is Pan by his horrid shout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A form from the shadows comes bounding out,<br>At head of the Satyrs' impetuous rout,<br>And we know it is Pan, we know it is Pan,<br>We know it is Pan by his horrid shout!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When hidden with Dian in deep woodland bower,<br>We loosen her quiver, her sandals unbind,<br>Bathe her beautiful feet in the pearl-trickling shower,<br>Pellucid and pure; when we deftly enwind<br>The silvery fillet that clasps and caresses<br>The wonder and wealth of her shadowy tresses,—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A face through the pleachèd blooms stealthily peers,<br>And we know it is Pan by his furry ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A face through the pleachèd blooms stealthily peers,<br>Makes mouths to affright us, then mocks at our fears,<br>And we know it is Pan, we know it is Pan,<br>We know it is Pan by his furry ears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, shunning the shafts of Apollo at noon,<br>To the kindly green coverts we thankfully creep,<br>Athirst for fresh runnels, and ready to swoon,—<br>Oft, sudden we come to one fallen asleep:<br>Fallen asleep midst the tangles and grasses<br>That trip up the confident clown as he passes,<br>And fearful we peep at the form supine,<br>For we know it is Pan, though he makes no sign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fearful we peep at the form supine,<br>With the hoofs of a goat and the brow divine,<br>For we know it is Pan, we know it is Pan,<br>We know it is Pan, though he makes no sign!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the shepherds are gone from the sunset hills,<br>When evening is mildest in dingle and dale,<br>Through the hush comes a sound that enraptures and thrills,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Light wafted along on the tremulous gale:<br>So passionate-sweet, so wildly out-welling,<br>That Landon hears it with bosom swelling.<br>We listen and sigh,—sigh and listen again,<br>For we know it is Pan by that melting strain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We listen and sigh,—sigh and listen again,<br>While the lithe reeds quiver as if in pain,—<br>For we know it is Pan, we know it is Pan,<br>We know it is Pan by that melting strain!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Florence+Earle+Coates">Florence Earle Coates</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q>
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